Stavanger Bay the lighthouse

his initial response doesn't surprise her.  though she understands what he says, she doesn't intend to make this fully known.  warriors of her pack are the ones who typically learn common so that they may know the language of enemies.  healers (or, in natshana's case, those who train under them) aren't bilingual as often.  while she's in this new land, she wants to keep her familiarity with the common tongue as furtive as she can.  wolves may have looser lips if they believe a companion cannot understand the words they speak.  so, she furrows her brow at his reply, followed shortly thereafter by a tilt of her head.

"ai nou get in chon emo sleng yu so laik chicha*," despite the language barrier, her tone of voice indicates her confusion.  with the change in her tone, too, comes the continued furrowing of her brow.  natshana knows that she will have to soften her personality considerably if she is to play the part of a nonnative wolf.  she cannot risk both lacking knowledge and being rude. "ah..." she pretends to think over her words carefully, as though she's searching for something to bridge the gap between them. "chit ste yu... tagon**?" very quickly her face dissolves into a realization that this follow-up question is just as useless.  her ears topple in a silent apology.

*i don't know which language you are speaking.
** what is your name?"